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Vamana Ahuja

Children Stories Drama

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Vamana Ahuja

Children Stories Drama

Uncle Percy at the Restaurant

Uncle Percy at the Restaurant

6 mins
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It seemed as if my day could get no worse. My Aunt Maureen trusted Uncle Percy, of all the people, to go get the groceries (read 'Uncle Percy gets groceries'). Of course, nothing went right, and we ended up having the world's most mismatched dinner. So, our aunt was taking us out to have a better dinner. 


"Now, Tamara and Pepper, no fighting like you always do when we go out. Rachel, get the cat and dog on their leashes and carry Millie. Percy, please get the car keys and hand Tyson and Rebecca to me", the aunt said, ordering everyone around, and not doing the least bit of work herself. "I thought you knew better than to place Tyson and the car keys together", uncle teased her. "Oh, just give me the kids and the cat!" Aunt was irritated again. "Um, auntie, where are we going?" Pepper asked. "To 'The Devils Cart'." We all erupted in cheers, except Uncle Percy. "'The Devils Cart'! That place makes the worst food." Uncle whined. "You're free to go back to your cat food." Aunt was rather fed up of him fussing. "Oh, okay, I'm coming, but I' m not driving the car." "I'm not letting you; we don't need an accident, or to end up at the wrong restaurant." These two were about to start fighting again. "Tyson drive!" Tyson exclaimed. "It's okay, I'll drive", I told aunt. "Alright, can we get moving?" Tamara was losing her temper. "Fine," I said. "Into the car everyone."


 After half an hour of driving, we finally reached the place. Uncle saw the crowd and mumbled something about making reservations. I had made reservations and decided not to tell them until we asked for a table. I reached for my phone. As I dug through my bag, I had a horrible realization. Oh god! I left my phone at home. "Um, aunt, I left my phone at home, and it has the reservation tickets." Tamara and Pepper giggled. "You didn't forget it; we took it from your purse before leaving the house." 

"What's wrong with you guys?" 

"Nothing! Can't we have fun?" 

"I don't think fun is giving your younger sister a heart attack. I'm only fourteen!"


 "Oh fight later, can we go and eat now," aunt was staring at the three of us. Still arguing, we walked in. I showed them the reservation ticket and got another heart attack: the ticket was expired. But for once, our luck was not so bad; there was a table for eight available. We settled down, gave the kids fresh lollipops, and put the animals in a separate part of the restaurant only for pets. 


"Now who is eating what," aunt asked. There was a sudden scurry, as everyone tried to be the first one to get a menu and be the first one to order their food. "Chicken wings for me," Tamara said. "Millie eat chickie wing." "No Millie, they are too spicy, princess," aunt said. "We'll get you some yummy mango puree." "Mango puree," Tyson and Rebecca echoed excitedly." "Yes, you'll get some too," aunt cooed. "I'm not eating anything from this junkyard," uncle said. "You're free to go back to your cat food," was all Aunt Maureen seemed to want to say to him. "Fine, I'll take the smoked chicken breast." "Same here," Pepper said. "I guess I'll take a 'Devil dog' and some fried kale," I told aunt. "Okay so, chicken wings for Tamara, smoked chicken breast for Percy and Pepper, a Devil dog for Rachel and puree for the kids. Am I right?" "Yes," we all replied. "What are you taking auntie," Pepper asked. "I'll take a 'Devils Heaven' coffee and a slice of meatloaf." "Looks like someone's being extravagant," me and Pepper teased aunt. 


We ordered our food and were treated by the usual complimentary bread basket. Tyson, Rebecca, and Millie usually were the only ones who didn't enjoy the bread, but today uncle seemed to be with them "This is the worst bread ever," he roared, rather disgusted. "Even I could make better bread than this." After aunt succeeded in mollifying him, the food came, much to the relief of our hungry uncle. He took one bite of his meat, and immediately spat it out. "Yuck! This is the grossest breast ever. And they call this place a restaurant." Pepper nibbled her portion. "This is amazing, uncle. I think the cat food destroyed your taste buds." "You know what I'm going to do?' asked the uncle. "What," aunt said, chowing her meatloaf down like she had been deprived of food for months. By now the entire restaurant was staring at our table. "I am going to go to the kitchen and give those idiots who call themselves chefs a piece of my mind." And off he stormed. "What do we do with him," I asked aunt, munching a kale chip. "Oh he'll be turned out of the kitchen, for trying to make a mess," said aunt sipping her coffee. "Finish your food." 


Sure enough, just as we started to eat, uncle was back huffing and puffing. "So, King-Kong, what happened now? Weren't you going to teach those chefs a lesson," teased aunt. "Oh, it's a long story." "But you were only gone five minutes," I pointed out. "Well yes," he admitted sheepishly. "So, what happened," we all clamored. By now some people felt the need to call 911, but we didn't care anymore. "So I went into the kitchen, and asked, 'Who's the chef who prepared the smoked chicken breast?' a small guy raised his hand, and mumbled 'me'. I said, 'we need to talk, friend.' Then I threw the chicken in his face. I shouted 'this is the worst chicken I have ever eaten! And you have the audacity to call yourself a chef.' When they threatened to call security, I just stalked out of there yelling 'I'm not paying for this'


By now we had all eaten our food and were ready to go home. "Percy, please pay, so we're not banned from here," requested aunt 

"Fine, but I'm never coming here again."

"Fine, don't bring us back. Tamara can bring us." 

"As long as I don't have to come again." 

"Done"



"Okay if you are done arguing can we go now? Tyson and Millie are sleeping, and they are drooling on me," Pepper put in. Aunt was, thankfully, in no mood to continue arguing. We left the restaurant, reached home, and realized, we left the pets behind. "You go get them, Percy. I am exhausted," yawned aunt. As he left, I asked, "Was that the smartest move? For all we know, he may never come back." "If we are lucky, he will be back by tomorrow," mumbled aunt. "Goodnight!"




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